The Citizen decided, after I'd walked him up and down the pool a couple of times, that he knew how to swim. You ought to have seen it. You really can't call him timid.
I'll be home in not very long, and it won't be midnight, and I'll have behaved myself like a complete (only moderately incomplete) gentleman for several hours and I'll be bringing a jacket I can't quite see myself wearing again.
So if you'd make sure there aren't just dregs in the pantry, my dear.