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…?

More suited for drinking, ergo me?
أنسب للشرب، وبالتالي لأجلي؟
Was zum Trinken passt?
Also für mich?
El sake es perfecto para mí.
El sake es perfecto para mí.
De l’alcool ? C’est pour moi !
Più adatto ad accompagnare
dell'alcol, quindi per me?
Se combina com bebidas,
é próprio para mim?
Под выпивку... то есть для меня?