That smug bit of advice does wonders to get Dia fired up all over again, mashing her buttons like a toddler on a toy piano. She jumps up into a sitting position with new vigor, the futon bouncing beneath her

"Hah! Don't make me laugh! Have you forgotten just who was singlehandedly responsible for all of Aqours' lyrics two years ago? Underestimating me shall be your undoing, Mari-san!" She thrusts a pointed finger in front of her -- a bit of a pointless gesture when she's the only one in the room, but that doesn't occur to her at the moment. "Prepare yourself, or the one burnt to a crisp shall be you!"