Eduardo and Kylie sat waiting for the rest of the group to get back. Kylie had her nose in a textbook; Janine was at her desk, arguing with her mother on the phone.

"No, Ma, just because it's a little less... fancy than my last job doesn't mean I wear just any old schmatte."

"What's a schmatte?" Eduardo asked Kylie.

She didn't even look up from her book. "I don't know, whassashmatte with you?"