Paul looks undisturbed by the figure before him, though he's figured out that, unlike his own sandworm outfit, this one is not in a costume. "I stab it and scoop out the guts. Pointy end in the pumpkin." He nods, appreciative, respectful, and politely listening to the instructions.

And then he sets to work. Thankfully he added arm holes to the worm suit, so he's able to maneuver the knife with no problem. Paul's already decided what to carve. He's in an ambitious mood.