[ Simon glances up when the stranger wanders into the bar, but it's easy enough to guess who it is from the smell of tacos alone. Although the sight of him balancing eight trays of the things gets a raised eyebrow and a low whistle as he leans against the bar and grins. ]

Now that's an impressive sight. Taco party night it is. Bring em in, set em down before you end up wearing them.

[ He holds out a hand in invitation once the young man's done so. ] You new around these parts? I'm Simon.