Anakin's hair is completely sodden, water still making little tracks down his cheeks and neck and his hands, not just his fingers, are wrinkled up. He wouldn't care if his food is burnt and cold because he has just gotten to play in more water than he's had in a year. So warm-ish and well cooked is just fine with him.

And he'll just inhale his food, stopping about mid-way to being finished. "Thank you." For the food.