As you sit on your throne, savoring your power, a beautiful woman comes before you.
“I have been searching the kingdom, and have found a gift for you,” she says. She lays an army of spiders at your feet.
You gasp with joy. “Exactly what I wanted! What boon can I grant you in return?”
She looks deeply into your eyes. Her full lips part, and she says, achingly, “There is but one thing I desire most of all…”
“A soufflé? You mean for dinner?”
“Yes. I crave your soufflé.”
You are taken aback. Your kingdom is small, little more than a snug hovel. You have no servants. You have never in your life made a soufflé. You’re not quite sure how to make such a thing.
What do you say?
You say, “As you wish,” of course.
Not bad for a first try. The major obstacle was that we don’t have an electric mixer, so I had whip those egg whites by hand, like some kind of peon serving a medieval cook. My arms are dead weight right now.
It was worth it for that army of spiders, though. Now to expand my kingdom.