[ You know what, she is momentarily distracted by those slippery letters, wondering what exactly they might do. Obviously, Akua is a spellcaster, and a powerful one. She still remembers bits and pieces of her spells from before, in Horos, even if the context they were being used in isn't completely crystal clear to her. What matters is that she knows that Akua isn't some fledgling sorceress. Belatedly, she mentally reminds herself to tread carefully - as carefully as she can, without appearing too wary. ]

Well, yeah. We're friends, right? So there's no real reason to blast me with anything...

[ Misa sing-songs like this is obvious - and very confidently, too, like she fully expects Akua to back off for her sake. Half of getting people to do things for you is not giving the much room to say no, she's found. ]

Plus, Misa can't cast too many spells in retaliation, anyway. I mean, the only magic I know is funny stuff. Look.

[ Misa holds up an index finger and casts her Mage Hand to do a goofy little wiggle through Akua's floating letters, not particularly having the foresight think about whether this may mess with her magic or somehow backfire. She only thinks of disarming the situation — and coming off as the airheaded, ditzy non-threat that she likes to come off as. ]