Terrence shrugged, not particularly bothered by the idea. He leaned into the crab racing ring and put them all back in their crate. "C'mon, then. The crabs won't" He grinned at her and, holding the crate, led the way up to the house, letting her look around while he deposited the crabs on the table and grabbed his broom.
Once they'd gotten back outside, he looked at her. "What's your instinct tell you?" he said. "Would you do better in front of me, or behind me? Suppose we could try both, if one doesn't work."