“Do you call each other by your last names?” I ask. “Because I’m barely hanging on to who everyone is.” I point to the homeowner. “I know I heard your name, but all I can think of is potato. And I know that’s not your name, but that’s what I want to call you. And Eli, right? I’m having a hard time discerning if you’re Eli or Horny.” “Both,” Levi says. “And you can call us whatever you’d prefer. Personally, I think I might start calling Taters ‘Potato’. Has a nice ring to it.” “Don’t even fucking think about it,” Potato says, walking past me with a huff.”