Asher found his way to a pie eating contest. "This is perfect for me. Perfect!" He waked up to the tables and looked where he needed to enter his name. Yes, he would eat pie. Lots of pie.

Yea, he might be little, but Asher knew he had the stomach size of a Mountain Troll. He had always been able to eat obscene amounts of food in a sitting, and it was time for him to show off his skill.

Glancing around at the flavors, his eyes fell upon lemon meringue. "Lemon for me, please."