"I think we tried that a little while ago, but not much came of it." George shrugged. "I still think it should be called Weasleytown. He sort of remembered Emmeline from when he and Fred were children, but his strongest and most recent memories of her were obviously from the past couple of years back in the other world (he would not, and could not, call it 'home' anymore). As he moved about the front room getting his coat on and looking for his gloves, he laughed and said, "Well, that's if you can tell us apart."
After all, while those who knew the twins very well could usually tell them apart, it was obviously much harder once they were standing side by side, wearing the same outfits, and moving around in circles while saying the same things.
He grinned back at her and shook his head. "Glad to help out." He pulled open a drawer by the sofa and rifled through it for his winter cap. What it was doing in there, he didn't know, but it was warm, so who cared. "That's right. That's actually the old name for it, but... Bitch though she was, Skeeter was clever with what she named the places here. Haven't seen a point to changing it yet. All right, ready?" George asked as he pulled on his gloves.