Nobunaga walks from chair to chair, occasionally lassoing pieces in the soup to drag them closer and starts making a platter. He sees the wistful expression, and since she's got wings but isn't flying -- "Yo. Bird-girl. What's your favorite?" And after a pause: "I can't see colors, and this is still pretty foreign to me. So do you think you can tell me what's good to grab, and I'll bring you back whatever you want. Fair trade?" That way no one would think he was just being nice, and there would be no obligations either way!