[She guessed right, anything sugar-based that'll keep him going for however long he needs to stay on the move. Dustin's not impolite either, he gives her a half-muttered thanks as he heaves himself up onto the bar stool in front of her.]

From what I understand this kind of thing just happens here. If it's not my place and it's not yours, it belongs to someone else just like us. One of the summoned.