Advice
"Mutt – about this date of yours – "
"Yeah, yeah." Mutt rolled his eyes as he zipped up his jacket. "I've been through this with Mom. Don't welsh out on the bill, have her back by ten, and never ever tell her that she's fat."
"Not that." His father's expression was one of immense reluctance.
"Then what?" Mutt's head jerked backwards, face a sudden study of extreme horror. "You're not giving me The Talk, are you?!"
"What? No!"
"Oh." Both males stared at each other for a moment, expressions awkward. "Then what?"
"Mutt – " his father continued heavily, face serious. "About your date – "
"Yeah?"
"Be very, very careful – "
"Oh my god, it is The Talk!"
" – that your date isn't secretly a Nazi spy who's slept with your father and is trying to seduce you in an attempt to gain access to state secrets."
Silence.
"I really don't want to know, do I?"
"No."
