It's a little bit after the excitement by the fountain that Vanille comes into the Inn with a puppy tucked under her arm. Said puppy struggles and wriggles, though it's clear he doesn't stand a chance of actually getting free of her grasp. Or that she's doing anything but keeping a friendly, energetic puppy from running free and bothering people.

"Oh, Raine," she sighs with good-natured humor. "You're all right. Stop squirming. I can't let you down here. You'll get all over again." Turning, she nearly bumps into a table, which gives the puppy an edge. Her hold loosens just enough that she suddenly looks like she's in danger of dropping him. "No! Stop, Raine! Come back here!"

Bonus point is that she looks like she's in danger of dropping him on the table she just bumped into.