Ages ago, there was a TV show about Daniel Boone. The show had little to do with reality, and that means is was very popular. On one show, our adventuring heroes had to cross a river, and a minor character, an old goat with a taste for rum who was added to provide a little background, mused: "If it were rum, I could drink our way across." Well, he said "was," not "were," because using the subjunctive correctly would taint the patina of his uneducated but world-wise character. My mother then remarked about Uncle Elliot probably feeling about the same.
Fast-forward to yesterday evening. Casius was making ale suggestions. He does appear to have a talent.
I'm glad I listened.