Lily nodded, lifting her eyes to her (very young) aunt's face. "But you're not my mum! Like. I'm sure it's safe to tell you that you did not push me out of anywhere. But I do know you." She hoped, with those clues, Hermione might be able to figure out who Lily's parents were without having to be told. She thought if people--outside of Bill--who didn't remember her figured things out by themselves based on hints she dropped, they might take to it better. It was like if she wanted a boy to do something, she would let them think it was their idea, and they did it faster and better.
Manipulation at it's finest, but it was innocent and hopefully helpful and she meant well. "You, too. I'm working really hard not to just blurt things out, and I don't want you to feel guilty about something you can't control, but it is nice to meet this you." Lily smiled and moved to resume her seat at the table. "The stew is my Gran's recipe. She makes it better."