"Oh my god, sweetie, no no no no—" Mary Grace throws an arm out to stop Willow's wand, more panic in her voice than forgiveness. God. Please. She doesn't need to be standing naked in the middle of this damn dance. Not without some sorta plan for it. "Not necessary. Maybe just—" she gestures at the eggs and chips and sandwich fixings all over the floor "—focus on that, and I'll get a... napkin or something." She didn't have room for her wand in this dress, but Willow should be able to handle cleaning up the floor without causing any mayhem. Right?