MARISA: "Fun" doesn't mean what it's sposta mean when you say it. What're you plannin'?
MIMA: Me? I am not planning anything. My plan is to sit back and enjoy the show. At most, I am simply alerting you to said show's existence.
MARISA: Okay, then, what didja do to cause this "show"?
MIMA: Absolutely nothing, beyond refraining from stopping it. Really, Marisa, you ought to try to be more polite about this.
MARISA: Look, this is me being more polite about this, an' not tryin' to make stupid feet-jokes or makin' crazy threats like, I dunno, tryin' to sic Orin on ya.
MARISA: Rin Kaenbyou. She's this hell-cat who lives in the Underground. She can control lesser evil-spirits who're like on the opposite end of the power-scale from you. Okay, look, why doncha gimme a few hints fer old times' sake?
MIMA: Well, all right then, even if you said yourself that the most recent "old times' sake" consisted of trying to kill you. But your hint is that if you keep on with what you have been doing, and do what seems to be the most natural, you will run right into the show -- in fact, you will discover that you are the star.
MARISA: I am the star? It's me?
MARISA: Nothin'. Look, is this gonna be some kinda world-threatenin' event or somethin'?
MIMA: Oh, no. It is closer to standard fare for the more minor Incidents.
MARISA: So, uh, what makes it so special? Doesn't seem too dif'rint from other stuff, really. Here I am, goin' about gettin' myself some new magic, suddenly shit gets weird and I have to give someone a Sparkin'.
MIMA: Not much -- only in one small, rather amusing detail that I'd rather you found out on your own.