AC: 16 | 
HP: 27/27 | 
PP: 14 | Psionic Energy 4/4| Conditions: sickened (1 hour)
Farah sets down next to Namira and eyes the pies hungrily.
"Now this is more like it! Time to dig in!"
She grins and gets started. It's clear before she even begins that her eyes are bigger than her stomach, but this is likely to be the biggest meal she's had in days.
When the contest begins, she tucks into the first pie easily, unfortunately unable to fully savor it due to the time constraints of the contest. She moves on to the second, already a bit regretful that she can't take her time. Just like a cat to be sure of herself, only to fall short of the leap. All the same, she manages to keep up with Nami and some of the other folks, but that sixth pie is just too much. Rolling away from the table, she shows signs that she's bitten off a bit more than she can chew.