Anakin shrugged. He wasn't picky about what he filled his stomach with - as long as his food didn't start out sentient. Which he was pretty sure this stuff hadn't.

"Food," he pointed at the serving tray in front of them. Then pointed at various other options. "Food, food. Food. That's food, too. Also food. If you have restrictions, you can tell the head guy and they'll make you something if there isn't anything out here you can eat." He was trying to be helpful, but also to move things along - there's food to be had.