<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Its is Chili...  Hmmm... Meat stewed in sauces and spices and simmered till it all is just perfect.  Me Mas own recipe.  Care for some?"  Duncan did not wait for an answer and got him a bowl and a pint of Stout and set it before the Klingon.  He had not been around all that many of his species, but he was of about the same temperament as they and seemed to get along okay with the few he had met.<br/><br/>"Duncan McGalleon, be the name, and you are?"  He offered his forearm for a gripping and looked evenly at the creature.  What a great turn out he thought, he even had a different race entirely willing to try his food, and he was tickled at the thought.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Karn arched a hairy eyebrow at the name of the food before him, as the apparent cook went on to explain what was in it and that it had been his very own recipe. The man got him a bowl and a drink and placed both before him, then introduced himself. The Klingon took a sniff of the Chili and the stout before looking at the man and taking his offered wrist in greeting "Just call me Karn, it will be easier on your tongue".<br/><br/>The Chili he decided might have a kick worthy of his race's stomach but, from the smell of the stout he'd been given, the drink would probably come up short. Then he tasted both, the Chili first and the stout next. As expected the drink tasted like flavored water to him but, the Chili impressed him quite a bit. Another surprise. He shoved the drink away and said "Got anything stronger to drink? It tastes like water to me."<br/><br/>Then he began to dig in, rather grotesquely, to his Chili. He never really had worried about table manners, though he did make use of napkins.<br/><br/>