At the end of the dinner in 'Ursus' (the best Franco-Estotian restaurant in Manhattan Major) Ada declares "we are satiated with moonlight and strawberry soufflé:"
‘I declare we are satiated with moonlight and strawberry soufflé — the latter, I fear, has not quite "risen" to the occasion,’ remarked Ada in her archest, Austen-maidenish manner. ‘Let’s all go to bed. You have seen our huge bed, pet? Look, our cavalier is yawning "fit to declansh his masher"’ (vulgar Ladore cant).