Hurley was grateful that someone asked him to do something.
Sure, he worked the kitchens -- he had even learned how to cook something other than fried chicken, which was pretty much a requirement when you had an actual staff chef whose one specialty was chicken. But it wasn't often that someone needed him to do something. There were plenty of people who were way better at doing stuff than he was. Hurley couldn't fault them for defaulting to those people first.
He would, too.
Hurley actually doesn't hear her come in; there was definitely a good chance that if he'd been doing anything other than staring, bored, at the doors, he would have missed her entirely. But as soon as Hurley sees her, he pushes himself to his feet.
"Hey," he says, keeping his distance for now. Probably a smart move, he thinks. You never really know what you're getting from the newcomers. "Uh..." What does he say now? "Welcome to the Madonna Inn."
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Sure, he worked the kitchens -- he had even learned how to cook something other than fried chicken, which was pretty much a requirement when you had an actual staff chef whose one specialty was chicken. But it wasn't often that someone needed him to do something. There were plenty of people who were way better at doing stuff than he was. Hurley couldn't fault them for defaulting to those people first.
He would, too.
Hurley actually doesn't hear her come in; there was definitely a good chance that if he'd been doing anything other than staring, bored, at the doors, he would have missed her entirely. But as soon as Hurley sees her, he pushes himself to his feet.
"Hey," he says, keeping his distance for now. Probably a smart move, he thinks. You never really know what you're getting from the newcomers. "Uh..." What does he say now? "Welcome to the Madonna Inn."