Frisk appears skeptical. "But you...no, 's not true, just said that. I did. You're super weird for a big kid, you know?" Not washing their hands. Seeming...freaked out? When Frisk touched them? Sort of? But they were being careful...

...

They stare at the top of Chara's head. "Sparks didn't knock you down so you bumped your head, did it? 'Cause then you're gonna need...need...ummm...ice! To keep the, ummmmm, swill--? The bump-making down." They reach up to hit their own head. It's a pretty solid-sounding strike, too. Frisk, why.

Speaking of Sparks. It takes a while for the jangling to get there, along with additional scraping noises, but...eventually...a green-and-yellow face peers into the room with a longsuffering whine, looking up at Frisk.

"Sparks, y--" and then they start snickering, because Sparks slinks into the room, and he looks ridiculous. For those who know what a Christmas tree is, he seems to have lost a fight with one, tangled in tinsel, ornaments hooked into his fur, a bit of pine branch or maybe a wreathe wrapped around his tail. "Wh--wha--whahahatdidyou--?"

Sparks whines a little louder, deliberately turning to stare at Chara. Do you see what he has to live with, rude.