Ben enters the kitchen, where Kevin is making a big sandwich. Straight Christian men love sandwiches. It provides them with the right amount of protein and carbohydrates needed to do good deeds and procreate. "So?" asks Kevin. "You set off a passion she fears cannot be quenched," Ben tells him. Oh man, that is lame. Kevin giggles helplessly and continues to assemble his sandwich. Lucy runs down the stairs toward Ben, and Ben runs out the door to avoid her wrath. I mean, now that Lucy's got that gangsta-girl haircut, she's probably real nasty in a fight, and Ben knows it. Upon failing to catch up with Ben, Lucy grills Kevin about what Ben read in her diary and what he shared with him. "Aren't you too old to keep a diary?" asks Kevin. Again, I'm aghast that Kevin would ignore the invasion of Lucy's privacy, and I'm stunned that he'd fail to see the value of keeping a journal at any age. I mean, hasn't anyone heard of Anaïs Nin or Ned Rorem? On the other hand, because it's Lucy, I want to say, "Jeez, Lucy, literacy is cute when you're a girl but past a certain age, it's tiresome. Here, put on this chador and grill me a steak." Lucy keeps squawking about her private thoughts and how they've been violated. Kevin is all, "I care about your private thoughts. So talk to me." Lucy asks Kevin how he'd feel if she read his journal. "I don't need to keep a journal," says Kevin. "I tell you what I'm thinking." Actually, Kevin can't read or write, and that's why he can't keep a journal. For some reason they get on the subject of Kevin's sex life. Lucy wants to know if he's been with a woman. "A woman as opposed to...?" says Kevin. Well, that was an interesting response. First there was the "kissing your father" line from last week, and now we're getting hints that Kevin might like surf and turf. This show is getting downright cheeky! Kevin feels uncomfortable answering that question, so he wraps up his sandwich quickly and leaves to go to work. Lucy blocks his way. "I really want an answer!" she says. "I have a passion I fear that cannot be quenched," Kevin deadpans. "I'll talk to you later. Or maybe I'll just write a diary of my own." He exits, and Lucy is all, "That's not funny!"