Nonsense, you're the guest here- and you brought me this lovely gift, besides.

[She reaches into the dirt, scooping out a handful and putting it neatly to the side.]

I don't mind getting my hands dirty, either, or else I wouldn't have tried gardening in the first place- although I admit in my case, I did have to take my gloves off before I started. The stains would have been absolutely unmanageable, otherwise.

[Honestly, even with her sense of caution and actual, literal magic, the question of how all six of Muffet's frilly white gloves still looked neat and unsoiled after a good three months on this island was a mystery for the ages.]