It sounds completely cliche, but when we say that it's an entirely different experience every time we show up at someone's place to literally shoot the(ir) sh*t, we mean it. To illustrate, the first five minutes of our tour of Matthew Gray Gubler's Pasadena place went a little something like this: after meeting us outside of his sprawling, foliage-encased, castle-like home, Gubler lead us inside. Ascending a set of spiraling steps, we suddenly found ourselves in his bedroom, where the elements of his home really started to come together: an abandoned Bop It in the corner, a floor-length fur (more on that later), miscellaneous shotguns stashed in his closet, a trio of silk kimonos... y'know. It was all wildly different than that of, say, Suzanne Rogers.