Frisk's wardrobe is going to become increasingly flashy. Descriptive labels, bright colors, bizarre imitations of cutting-edge human fashion. Hopefully somebody intervenes before they get too absurd.

He begins at the top, sculpting an exquisite replica of his own skull. "Undyne and Alphys could get matching coats! Just imagine how cute they would be." Those two would certainly want them, considering the warmer areas they've lived in.