"You're a pirate," Frisk murmurs decidedly, munching through a particularly crunchy fry.

Their stitches and stuff are due to past battles they'd fought and only narrowly won. Their eyes were a problem, but they've learned to...adapt...because magic. Though they'd actually like to have real eyes again.

It gets dark pretty fast. Before long, they're leaving again, though Frisk has Chara in their hands this time. They get a couple weird looks on the way back, but that might just be because Frisk's walking them over fences and stuff, not the particular state they're in.