Parking the Gear

I set my green bell down onto the wooden coaster, but the handle gave a cheeky wobble. Loose gear won't do for the night! I nudged it forward with both hands, easing the rounded base right into the carved groove. One firm press, and snap—it settled rock solid. I wiped a tiny smudge off the smooth surface with my glove and took a step back to inspect the angle. Perfect balance. My boots tapped a quick, satisfied rhythm on the tabletop. Station secured and locked in!