Two nobles, Johann Gustav and his niece Hildegard, arrive at Nobu one day. Hildegard makes an almost laughably complicated order. “Something tasty, but nothing smelly, spicy, sour, bitter or hard. And absolutely no potatoes, porridge, eggs, bread, or stew.” Not even the most famous of restaurants in Aitheria have been able to meet her request. 

Just how will Nobuyuki get himself out of this pickle?

He whips out a pot and a strange device that can make fire. What exactly is he up to…?

I'm exhausted, again.
أنا مُتعب مجدّداً
Mann, bin ich platt …
Estoy muerto.
Estoy molido.
Encore une journée crevante…
Anche oggi sono distrutto.
Tô exausto de novo...
Еле ноги волочу...