Olaf shrugs because he's been alive for so long that he genuinely doesn't exactly remember where he learned to make half the things he knows how to make. "Here, there, everywhere. Sometimes, they just pop into my head without me really even having to think about them," he says seriously, given how sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night with the bolt of an idea about drinks.

That could be alcoholism, though, and not being an oracle.