Lilu giggled. "Don't worry. I have no intention of trying the moonshine. As much as it was a Weasley family tradition, the brothers and I, well...we're not really much for alcohol." She didn't want to say why. This was Harry's mother, and she didn't need to know exactly why the Potter siblings avoided alcohol. "He is--was. Merlin, I keep forgetting that he's...gone. That everyone is." She felt tears threatened and blinked rapidly. She didn't want to cry.
"Oh! Do you think we could learn his language? I speak a little Mermish, and Gobbledegook, I bet I could learn Giant Squidese." She shook off the last of the melancholy that came whenever she thought of her friends and family, and focused on coming up with ridiculous theories. "Think of the stories such an immortal creature could tell! He probably knows everything!"
It was easy to think of Lily and James flirting with each other even when they didn't know who the other was. It was less easy to think about them as her grandparents, but she decided to at least try. "The history books weren't...all that accurate. About any of you." And she knew a hell of a lot more about Sirius than the history books did, but that was for sure between her and Sirius himself. "Oh, I had no trouble figuring it out then. It's now I'm worried about. I can't exactly travel the world, writing about what I experience, and bring attention to different causes. I have to figure out where I fit here." She really didn't know where that was, but she didn't think she'd get much time to figure it out before she had to choose something.