You and Gaz are slightly drunk and you keep asking him random questions.

“When did you start growing facial hair?” You ask him, curiously. “At the womb.” Gaz tells you. You genuinely want to know. “No- but actually.” “Popped out the womb with a beard, and I lost it in the war.” He says. For some reason, this is hilarious to drunk you and Gaz, and you both laugh loudly.