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 understand.
عُلِم
Das weiß ich doch.
Aber jeder hat auch einen anderen Geschmack.
Lo sé.
Pero todos tienen gustos distintos.
Lo sé.
Pero todo es cuestión de gustos.
J’entends bien,
Lo so.
Sim, eu sei.
Понимаю.