"They would be," Prefect said, "Symbolic representations of many fish, which is why they'd be so large."

He accepted the gin, and took a long drink from it, before dragging his sleeve across his mouth and handing the bottle a little unsteadily back to Barron.

"Or whales, Comrade. They might be whales."

Blue, red, red, yellow, green, blue, blue, yellow, green.

"You should make a clock."

Suggested Prefect, still sorting the colours, though it was getting progressively more difficult a task.