"The moustache," I said, and looked over at Zoe, wondering if she would burst out laughing and let me get it out of me. Unfortunately, she didn't. Zoe hasn't been the 'burst out laughing' type much, and apparently even the occasion that had brought us together hadn't changed that... or not yet. So, I chuckled somewhat awkwardly, having this huge gut-busting guffaw inside of me and not yet feeling uninhibited enough to let it out. Maybe that would come with more time, and more liquor. "We'd have to start with the moustache if it's about memories of Hoban Washburn. Zoe, do you have any captures of him with that moustache?"
-- Falling through the Deep Slot - Part Five by Chrisk