Liz would have responded, but Will was currently trying to hand her a worm. She looked a little uncomfortable about the idea and instead smiled. "I'm sure Uncle Monty wants to see the worm, Will," she chimed in. With a little laugh, Liz watched Will bounce and whine until Monty just had to take the worm from him.

"How about you stop bringing worms back?" she asked. WIll just glared at her as best a five year old can glare. He wasn't really all that bad of a kid. He was just a boy. Granted, a little energetic. Liz leaned a little against Monty. "We can finish this conversation later," she whispered to him, watching Will now roll in the grass. "How's Clara feel about dirt?"