"Oh yeah, for sure. Me and mom used to name as many as we could, if we were camping and I couldn't fall asleep. The Big Dipper is a classic. The Norse called it, um. The man's chariot, I think? And the Little Dipper was the woman's chariot." He shrugs. "But mostly we'd make up new ones. Like... the Walking Stick. The Campfire. Big, bright ones I could use to figure out where I was if I got lost, you know? You take the Walking Stick toward the Campfire, and you end up at an exit off of I-93."