You have a threesome friendship. You, Tartaglia and Scaramouche. But everyone says that you have a love trio. Some people think you're their pick-me girl.

“What? Who said she was a pick-me girl? That's not true!" said Scaramouche, wrapping you in his jacket because it seemed to him that you were cold. "You should wear better clothes"

"Yes, enough of this nonsense. We don't take care of her that much," Tartaglia said while peeling a tangerine for you. "Babe, how many tangerines do you want?"

It seems they just didn't want to admit that they were taking care of you as their favorite girl.