Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the silly plot.

It was evenings like this, George thought to himself as he sat in the dripping trench, that he really questioned the need for gravity. The day had been quiet, the evening was calm, and even Captain Blackadder seemed to be in a good mood. Why, he hadn't said a cruel word all day! Then again, George tilted his head slightly, he couldn't really tell if that was true, since the Captain was a master of the 'art of sarcasm' as he'd dubbed it; he shrugged and decided that since Private Baldrick hadn't recieved a kick all afternoon, that the Captain was indeed in a good mood.
And the sunset was absolutely gorgeous. It made him want to paint. His fingers positively itched. Of course that might've meant he had lice or something, but he liked to think it was the urge to pick up a paintbrush.
Grinning, he went down and inside the small bunk to retrieve his easel.
He found Captain Blackadder on the phone.
"Yes sir. No sir. Yes. Yes, sir. No, sir, she is dead. I told you she stepped on a bloody land mine. All right, fine." he hung up with a sigh. Turning, he rolled his eyes at George.
"Something the matter, Captain?" George blinked, coming over to see how he could help, painting driven completely from his mind.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, Chipmunk" - George nearly giggled at the nickname - "the Walrus keeps forgetting that you're dead."
"I'm not dead." George frowned, touching his chest lightly over his heart. "At least, I think I'm not."
"Not you, George - he wants to see your better half again."
"My what, Captain?"
"Georgina."
George blinked. "But didn't you tell him that - "
Blackadder proceeded to bang his head against the desk. George, alarmed, hurried to his side and held his back upright. "Captain, you'll hurt yourself!"
"That's the point..."
George tried to think. He bit his lip, chewing on it for a bit, then got a brilliant idea.
"Permission to share my idea, sir!"
"Permission granted, now let go of me."
"Sir." George dropped him. "Why don't you tell him that you made a mistake? You saw someone else wander off? Or maybe she just got lost but came back again?"
"George." Blackadder looked up at him as though he were from Mars. "Are you saying you want to put on a dress and go gallivanting into old Walrus' arms?"
"Oh, but it was such fun!" George clasped his hands together. "And besides, he misses me. What harm could it do for a few more nights?"