Clapping their hands together in a complex pattern, Drusilla and the child sang, "Put it in the oven and mark it with 'B' and bake that cake for baby and me."

"Very good, poppet," Drusilla said, tugging gently on the girl's golden curls.

As she poured a child's version of tea, heavy on the milk with plenty of sugar, into the girl's cup, Drusilla said, "There, now you can dunk some more cookies."

While the child splashed a chocolate chip cookie into her tea, Drusilla started singing nonsense rhymes to pass the time while waiting for the blood to sweeten.