[Sure enough, when a new smell reaches his nose, Mochi hops right over to that bench and sits up on his haunches curiously. Moji follows behind, working very hard at not looking smug.]
Invisible, but still present in every other way. [A quiet laugh, holding out his hand to about where Moji imagines Puck's chest must be. Just an offer at a handshake, no attempt to touch him.] Can we meet properly now?