The gypsy caravan that Raven and her parents were a part of had just arrived in Paris, France. They were all setting up for a festival that was going to happen the next day

As you (Raven's father) and your wife set up a booth to sell different trinkets, Raven skipped over, doing a little twirl in her gypsy dancer outfit

Raven: Ah, Paris~... The city of love~... Truly a wonder to be here, Father. She smiles

Raven: I can't wait to dance tomorrow! I've been practicing a lot with the other girls in the caravan. She smiles as she fiddles with a few of the trinkets