A/N: so this is my first Homestuck fic, so sorry if the characterizations are a bit off.
"Hey, Rose," Dave called as he walked into the spartan kitchen. Rose looked up and waved him over.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I was planning on getting some apple juice. What are you doing, anyway?" Dave announced while opening the fridge.
"I'm reading," Rose replied. "Kanaya left this book lying around, so I thought I'd give it a try. It's not bad, though very ludicrous."
"Really? Well, knowing Kanaya's shitty taste in books, I wouldn't expect any better," Dave said with a shrug.
"Don't say that!" Rose leaned over and hit him on the shoulder. "I've read many of her books before, and she has excellent taste!"
"Yeah, if you like books that go on and on about any and all aspects of weird alien romance. What's this one about, anyway?"
"It's about an illustrious highblood troll seeking an adventure, and he finds it in the form of an intrepid rust blood girl." Rose paused to glance down at the book. "Right now, they're trying to sabotage a meeting led by an advisor of the empress. The only problem with their plan is that our rust blooded heroine is starting to develop romantic feelings for this advisor. Understand?"
"No." Dave gulped down the rest of his drink and stood up to get a refill. "Am I just being really obtuse, or-"
"It isn't you," a smooth voice remarked from behind Dave. He jumped, dropping his cup. The plastic cup bounced, spilling apple juice all over the pristine kitchen floor.
"What the hell, Kanaya," Dave said, looking over his shoulder. "Way to sneak up on people!"
"Oh, sorry," the tall girl replied with a smile. "I came because I heard you discussing my book. I must say, Rose, that you could certainly have picked a better one. I could recommend a few, if you'd like."
"Oh, not more troll romance novels," Dave complained, trying to mop the apple juice up with his foot. "Why is all your incessant chatter about books?"
"Oh, stop that," Rose said, grabbing a rag to soak up the juice. "We don't only talk about books, Dave."
"Really? Then what do you talk about?"
"Oh," Rose said, flicking the wet rag at her brother. "You know. Things."
"Of course," Dave sighed. "Give me the barest minimum of explanation. How benevolent of you."
"Your sarcasm has been noted," Kanaya remarked. "However, Rose was being truthful. She and I talk about a myriad of subjects, though literature remains one of our more popular topics."
"That sounds boring." Dave poured himself another cupful of juice. "Well, I'll be going. Have fun with your profound discussions of books."
Rose watched as Dave absconded from the room, then tossed her rag into the sink to her left.
"Going back to our previous topic, I didn't think the book was half bad," she remarked. Kanaya shook her head.
"It isn't terrible, not as a story. But I just deplore the way the characters are portrayed. There's no development at all, and the plot is superfluous to the point that I can barely get through a page of it." Kanaya sighed and joined Rose at the kitchen table. "Let's talk about something else."
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ravenous," said Rose as she stood up yet again. "Do you want anything?"
"Thank you, but I'm quite alright," Kanaya replied. Rose cracked open a tupperware of pasta, sniffed it warily, then tossed it in the trash. A second tupperware, this time filled with chicken, also proved futile.
"I give up." Rose threw her hands in the air. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked. "I'm sure we can find something in that precarious pile of films downstairs."
"That stack is a calamity waiting to happen," Kanaya laughed. "But sure, I'm up for a movie."