"Smell blankets? Smell blankets. Smell blankets." Talyssa repeated the words in a few different languages, trying to work out if there was any semantic meaning that was not as rude as the English connotation appeared to be. No matter which way she spun it, she could not make it sound anything but rude.
"My blankets do not smell," she shot back hotly. "They were bought from real stores, and laundered with soap and detergent just as your clothes are here at school. And the only blanket that was not bought in a store was made by my... was made by my..."
Her grandmother, she did not say. It was the only thing she had left of her life before the castle.
"If my blankets are smell blankets, then your clothes must be... must be smell clothes," she exploded.