"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.