Nena woke up. It was not really a magnificent wake up, like it wasn't really a magnificent go down, but she woke up all the same, and now she was awake. Then, she saw the two people, and threw her fists in the air, in triumph. 
"Haha! They told me I was mad to plant Minion Seeds, but they have grown! Who's mad now?!" She demanded, before another side of her thought outloud. "Well, just having the minion seeds doesn't stop you from being mad, just stops you from being mad about this particular thing" the train of surprisingly good logic ran through her head, before she sniffed, and smelled the meat. "Hmmm...." she muttered, grabbing one of the pieces of pork, seemingly ignoring the fact that it was really hot, and bit into it. However, she spat it out and threw it away moments later.
"Minions don't cook, and this is why" she exclaimed, pushing them away from the fire and taking over. Logically, it should not have made any difference, but this was a Game, and games did not run off logic.