Glitch finishes the painted details, sets the sign into its warm wooden frame, and tightens the second rounded fastener.

Socks steadies one side. “Frame secure.”

Chef Crumbs checks the mounting points. “Readable, warm, and hangable.”

Mo looks at the three completed boxes on the planning board. “Suspiciously efficient.”

Glitch steps back. Turquoise, lime, purple, coral-orange, and cream details curl across the honey-brown wood without crowding the welcome message. The whole design feels bright, handmade, and entirely at home in the neighborhood.

Then the small rounded arrow near the upper-right corner turns slowly on its brass pivot.

Chef Crumbs watches it complete half a rotation. “Does that indicate anything?”

“No,” Glitch says. “It just seemed emotionally necessary.”

Socks adjusts his glasses. “The balance is excellent.”

Chip nods from beside the closed idea box. “It welcomes people in several possible directions.”

Dozer keeps his paw on the lid. “Keep the arrow.”

Chef Crumbs smiles. “Keep the arrow.”

Glitch lifts the finished sign. “Then let’s get this installed before the arrow develops a committee.”