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 imagine it's something like a handkerchief.
أعتقد بأنّه شيء يشبه المنديل
Also so was wie ein Taschentuch.
Vielen Dank.
Algo así como un pañuelo,
¿verdad? Gracias.
Algo así como un pañuelo,
¿verdad? Gracias.
C’est comme un mouchoir,
j’imagine.
Immagino che sia una sorta di fazzoletto.
Imagino que seja tipo um lenço.
А я всегда думал, это платок...