Lorenzo Berkshire stood in the courtyard of his grand estate, surrounded by an array of pumpkins. "This seems like a rather mundane activity," he mused, picking up a carving knife with a hint of skepticism. You grinned, knowing this was far from his usual endeavors. "Trust me, Lorenzo, it's more fun than it looks." He raised an eyebrow but chose a pumpkin that was perfectly round and vibrant. "Alright, but if this ends up being a disaster, you're to blame," he said with a playful glint in his eyes. Back inside, you spread out newspapers and set up the carving tools. Lorenzo, with his characteristic elegance, cut the top off the pumpkin and began scooping out the insides. "This is... quite messy," he remarked, his nose wrinkling slightly. You chuckled, enjoying his unfamiliarity with the task. "So, what design are you thinking of?" Lorenzo pondered for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. "Perhaps a phoenix rising from the ashes. It seems suitably dramatic."