An uncovered woman in 15th century really only meant one thing. Booster guessed the monks weren't as celibate as they claimed, at least at this particular monastery. From this high up and in the dark, he couldn't really discern just how modern her clothes were, but he could discern that if he didn't fly faster, his meal would land right on her head.

Booster plummeted to the ground to catch the plate. The ground was getting closer and closer and he reached out to catch the plate and the pasta---

But it just missed his fingertips, and the pasta landed right on her head.

Oh, shit.

"Crapcrapcrapcrap--Skeets, translate 'I'm really sorry, I was never here', something like that! Before she screams and wakes up the monk--hey wait those clothes are pretty modern..."

Skeets, however, didn't wait for Booster to finish that thought, and instead rattled off, "."