The countess’ lip curls up in disgust as she sticks her long fingers inside the slimy remains of a ripe pumpkin. This was a job for a peasant, a maid. Yet Alcina still finds herself taking out a pumpkins innards to… carve it? Such a foreign concept had not been taught to the lady of the house

You, her lovely wife, sat across from Alcina with an array of knives and carving tools, your eyes lit up with excitement. You watch her with patient, yet curious eyes as she makes the pumpkin hollow