Yeah uh. No way Peter's going to stay in his room at night for two weeks. Or even on the third floor. He's already kind of looking Bee up and down, trying to gauge if there's any way for him to actually know if Peter's gone.

"I didn't think you were actually gonna enforce it," he grumbles, by way of acceptance. If Imelda can ban music, then this guy can probably give Peter a curfew, yeah. "How'd you even know I was gone?"

Please tell him so he can avoid you next time.