There is a bit left in Ankari's bowl for him to snack on while they continue to chat. Most of Ankari's job these days is just to be social and keep any eye on the town's goings on. He talks to people, he makes notes, he attends trials... but he can't help but want to stop and just not think about any of that. Simply helping someone new out from the forest and getting settled in is very fulfilling. All he needs to do is make a pleasing first impression-

All his delicate and well controlled manners soon meet their match, though. He lifts a spoonful of broth to his mouth and Bob times his final comment just right, making the poor elf sputter with a laugh. Half the liquid goes up his nose and half into the air in front of him. At least Bob didn't sit across from him!

He doesn't have a napkin so Ankari just needs to put a flat palm to his mouth and nose, cough laughing into that with embarrassment. Come oooon, man.