Signals

Stoking up the outdoor pizza oven, Debs got the paddles ready. Thin crust; pepperoni; green olives; extra cheese; smoke signals. "So far, nothing and no one," she whispered to herself as she quickly blocked and unblocked the chimney (spelling out "hello"), "but you never know. Angels, aliens, and wondrous weirdos are all welcome!" A wondrous weirdo - an erstwhile global citizen turned unapologetic loner - was Debs' #1 draft pick for company, but she knew that they were just as rare (and unlikely to write back).