Nenatalev didn't so much as blink when she got slapped on the ass, engrossed in the cooking. Eventually, she pulled it back out of the fire, and offered it to her minions.
"Apparently, the game lets me cook better than minions. I guess the guy who made this was a minionthrope or something" she said, before looking to the second minion man, who blathered about lots of strange things. Like, duck blood being used to grow seeds. And, some minion cuisine that sounded horrible.
"Are you ok? Do you have brain fever?" She asked, placing a hand on his head. "You are speaking all strange. Maybe it's the dirt food. Eat" She said, pushing the boar into his hands more. It wouldn't be dramatically better, but would taste more like food, and less like dirt.