Chili? Kenshin frowned a little at the odd word, trying to place it in his memories of the foreigners that he had met. None of them had mentioned it, although some of their ideas for food was strange enough to make him hesitant to try anything he couldn't identify. He had to remind himself that this was a strange land and there was probably a lot of strange foods that he would have to get use to.

"That is not necessary, that it is not," he said, shrugging at the apologies over the dust on that worn coat. "This one is use to the dust of travel, that I am. This one is called Kenshin, and one's companion is Koneko, and we will be honored to share food with you, that we will."

He was a kindly person, and he seemed good-natured even if he was a little dusty. Kenshin smiled and bowed formerly, his moogle squeaking at the movement. "It is nice to meet you, Sir Columbo."