Get it off her? What about him? He was still trying to get himself free as well and unlike her, he didn't have a set of handy claws. "Now now, calm down." He struggled with the sticky webbing and managed to get his hand holding the staff free. "It'll wear off on its own. Eventually... We could order a pizza while we wait." Of course, judging from the expression she wore at the webbing situation as it currently was, Fizban began to rethink that solution. He was sure he would be fine in the long run, but what if she got to his hat? No, he couldn't have that. The hat was a key witness in a crime. Protective custody! He uttered a single and strange sounding word causing the tip of his staff to glow brightly. A moment later the webbing also began to glow and hardened like wet paint drying. Then with a loud crackle and pop sound, the webbing burst into dust, leaving a new (but dry and non stick) mess to clean up.
Free from his webbed prison, Fizban dusted the remains off his worn out robe. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He seemed completely nonplussed about the little mishap now, despite the inconvenience of it all. "Now how about that fireball?"