“This is what happens when we band together." She pointed at the cup. "When we work as a unified crew. This is what we are capable of." The more she spoke, the stronger her voice grew. "This cup proves that together, this kitchen can be great enough to best the king's own cooks."
She squared her shoulders and whispered a silent prayer. "Now you have to decide what you want. Because you only have one choice. Either you work with me, or you don't work at all. Not in the queen's kitchen."
The meat assistant looked at her blankly. "You can't do that."
"I can. That's what Cook means when he says I am in charge. Your behavior--- yours and the rest of the assistants--- has not been disrespectful of me alone. You have disrespected the Cook, who made the decision in the first place. And you have disrespected the queen, who has had to eat at your handiwork. I might put up with what you do to me. But I will not put up with that."
She pointed to the gold cup again. "You can be a part of that. You can help me create great things. Or you can leave. Consider carefully before you choose.”