House Guest Mode

I’m going to Chicago over Easter to help someone move but instead of my normal tactic of driving straight through, I will be leaving after work Wednesday and and will stop for the evening at a friend’s house along the way.  Clearing this with him required some negotation:

Me: Could I stay over with you Wednesday evening?
Him: Well, the only available bed is tiny.
Me: I’ve literally stayed in a single size pink princess bed before.
Him: This isn’t much better.  Also, you may have to contend with my parents going into “house guest mode”.
Me: What’s that entail?
Him: Two things, first the first floor and where you are staying will be spotless and you can’t leave until after you’ve had pancakes.

I don’t know how I’ll survive.