With your mind somewhat distracted, trying desperately not to panic given your new form and situation, you're not as attentive to the job at hand as you could be. Unfortunately, that means you're a bit less than perfectly graceful, and lose a platter full of food. Fortunately, you weren't yet out of the kitchen, so it wasn't the disaster it could've been if you had, say, spilt it all over the Lady and her guests.

Your uniform, however, is in shambles. The head chef gives you a look of disgust, then sends you out of the kitchen to go get changed - for which you're quite happy to oblige... The 'leave the kitchen' part of that, at least. Despite the stern admonition to promptly return once you're suitably redressed, you have no intention of coming back if you can at all help it.