My college bud Karis Rogerson sits down with me and discusses growing up in Trieste as an MK, watching "Lord of the Rings" in Slovenia and why she loves New York. I try my hand at pronouncing Italian words (failing miserably), and Karis explains the difference between American and Italian coffee. We give Hilary Duff our love and discuss our affinity for YA historical fiction. And although Karis wasn't allowed to have a horse in her room, she can rest assured that she could have been an Olympian. And please—no one tell Chuck Norris that his likeness is being used to sell mulled wine in Slovenia.