"Crowley never said one. Never even really talked about it." And Soldat is not really one to spontaneously name things. So... nope, no name. They sip their cocoa, sinking back a little into the couch cushions, now that Misty has taken over giving the ghost attention.

The little ghost bobbles, and then... hovers up a little and floats closer by about two inches, before settling back down. Do that again, Misty, it likes it.