"Oh, honey, I didn't mean your clothes. There's a spell for that." Actually, the fact that there would be pea soup at all, instead of copious amounts of vomit, indicated that there would already be a spell at play. It was difficult for Sofia to figure out what any one person's vomit was made out of, but the one assured thing about it was that it always had the consistency of pea soup.

A simple spell helped change the stuff into actual pea soup, and then another spell would help remove the substance from clothes.

Yes, it was silly and complicated, but that was the sort of limited power that Sofia was working with here.

"Alright, Possesso-Boy," Sofia said, throwing the doors to the house wide open. "I'm coming in."