"I don't see it as a problem. The tournament leagues exist for a reason, it's a great way to vent..."

"If you say so."

"I do say so. Sparring is a pretty big cultural thing for spirit bearers. It's good practice for fighting monsters, and highly entertaining, and a big spectator sport. Judges determine an end, or until yield."

"I'm not sure I want to add this drive to my brain. The only things I routinely fight are witches and other magical girls and I'm really hoping to obviate both needs."

Shrug. "There's bearers who don't spar. It's just basically the football of our subculture."

"And they don't get antsy about it?"

"Not so I can tell. The whole antsiness effect is more aimed at 'use magic at all' not 'use magic to fight'."

"You don't have a finite supply, right?"

"More like a capacity? So much magic per hour."

"Sounds like a better deal than ours."

"I have to agree. Except maybe for the wishes, which you say are totally legit?"

"Yeah, they don't even do the exact words asshole thing, but they have power limits and stuff. Still good for, like, one resurrection a pop, stuff like that."

"Just one?"

"Yes, although you could in theory chain them if the people you resurrected also had enough oomph for a wish."

"And were all willing to turn into obligate monster hunters."

"Yeah."

"...I should probably go hold the door for Rosa and make calls for that precog now."

"Thanks."

"So yeah, I'll be right over there."

She goes over there and makes calls, or reads from her shiny new laptop, while holding the door for about three hours or until something interrupts.

Bella doesn't interrupt. Somebody else wants her out of the way so she can go home though.

She will drop her call, bow graciously, apologize, and let them pass before getting back to it.

There's just one of those, and then it's been three hours.

When Rosa is nearly in sight, she informs Bella, "So apparently my precog acquaintance only works in person. So that's a no-go. But Rosa is here if you still want to try her projection."

"I'd better. She going to be offended if I'm squeamish?"

"No. I explained things. And she's going to be getting paid, which means this is professional and offense is reserved for, like, openly insulting her."