As they set down the jug as well and get ready to let Fantasma have a bit, Mammon takes note of how calm the kid is. The talk of spiders making cider is the first clue, obviously, but it seems they've been through enough to have a calm head. They can appreciate that.

Especially since they're fairly certain they're god awful with normal children.

Fantasma opens her mouth open wide for the cider to be poured in, snapping it shut fairly quickly and staying still for a moment. She's watched carefully by her partner, even when she just tucks into a tiny ball of frog. Mammon hums thoughtfully and picks up the curled up amphibian. "She likes it, and it doesn't seem to be reacting negatively yet... Or positively, but I guess we'll see if it takes differently in a while."

A croak. "She says thank you," they add absent mindedly, still looking her over just in case.