Pick Chula.

Fine. If that's what she wants, I'll give it to her. "Uhm. Well, if you're going to put me on the spot like this... I'll pick you then." You hold your finger pointed straight towards her. "Love the commanding, punk girl thing you have going on. You're also allergic to shirts. Your stomach is amazing, so I'm glad you show it off, and those shorts really accentuate your legs."

Chula is actually taken aback. Despite her being the one to initiate the situation, she hesitates. A bit of pink shows in her cheeks. "I... Well, naturally!" She purses her lips and looks around herself, trying to find words to continue. "But what do you mean allergic to shirts? It's hard to fly around wearing a bunch of loose fabric you know! And it gets hot. What's the matter? Can't handle seeing some skin?"

"I didn't say that," you mumble back.

"She is pretty amazing," Chili says quietly.

Chini giggles. "That's right. She's our big sister after all."

"It also must be difficult to dress in most types of clothing when one's arms are wings," Taiga turns to you to say.

Snow turns as well. "Yeah. That's a strange thing for you to point out."

"Why is everyone suddenly against me?" you ask with a furled brow.

"Come on, girls," says Chula. "Let's let these guys walk home. I'm starving. We should go grab something to eat, eh?"

The other two nod. Then, they flap their wings in unison and lift up into the sky. You watch as the three harpies ascend to the blue sea above and gradually disappear beneath the blinding afternoon sun. As quickly as they came, they're gone again, leaving your party to continue their hike back to Castle Phoenix. Then you can plan for what comes next.