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 guess I raised her to 
be a bit too headstrong.
أظنّني ربّيتُها حتّى أصبحت عنيدة هكذا
Hab die wohl etwas
zu stur erzogen …
¿La habré mimado demasiado?
¿La habré mimado demasiado?
Ne l’aurais-je pas
un peu trop gâtée…
Forse l'ho cresciuta un po' troppo caparbia.
Parece que a mimei demais...
Какой же упрямицей она выросла.