Sometimes it's really important to use all the words in a sentence to convey the proper meaning. In general:
"What does your peacock look like?"
does not mean the same thing as:
"What does a peacock look like in your world?"
So here's the scene: Four
To which He (third clip down) responds "Whoa! Now you're just getting personal." Raucous laughter ensues and would have carried on into the wee hours had Little Miss Thing not piped up "Is there some other meaning for the word "peacock"?" Question is met with a resounding "NO!" on all sides and the four adults are all suddenly very interested in their game notes, no one being prepared to look into those big brown eyes and have a very long, very premature talk. Game is quickly wrapped up. Fin.
(Or it would have been the end of it if BG and I hadn't relived the moment later on that night after we went to bed. Still on an adrenaline high from our near miss of inducting Little Miss Thing into the Adult Conspiracy, the thought "This is so going into my blog!" runs through my head. And in true form, I didn't bother to think through the consequences before unleashing yet another stunning example of my lack of wit on the general masses. Wheeee! Where IS that van with the nice young men in their clean white coats?)