Casanunda picked himself up and adjusted his wig happily.
"I like a girl with spirit," he said. "How about you and me having a little tête-à-tête when this is over?"
Nanny Ogg's face went blank. Her cosmopolitan grip of language had momentarily let her down.
"Excuse me a minute," she said. She put her drink down on his head and pushed through the crowd until she found a likely looking duchess, and prodded her in the bustle regions.
"Hey, your grace, what's a tater tate?"
"A tater tate? Do you do it with your clothes on or what?"
"It means an intimate meeting, my good woman."
Nanny Ogg elbowed her way back to the vibrating dwarf.
Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies