*pictures young Elizabeth playing charades with poor, clueless young Will*

Will: Um ... two syllables ... eating ... eating something. All right - pie?

Elizabeth: *nodding vigorously*

Will: What kind?

Elizabeth: *shaking head vigorously, making next gesture*

Will: Oh - hmm. What? Walking? You're walking ... an animal? A dog? A cat? You're making a face - whiskers? A bunny rabbit? Squirrel? Are you making fun of me? You know I don't like squirrels!

Elizabeth: *facepalm*