"Droids? Oh ya, they're sentient," Anakin said, a tossed out comment, as if he barely even thought it through. But he had. He just had the answer ready.
The server returned to their table bringing for each of them a bowl of rice, three different sauces, an a cup of soup. The server also placed a platter of various vegetables on the table. They said they would return shortly with the other food.
Anakin picked up the plate of vegetables and said, "Okay, so the carrots and broccoli take forever to cook, so I'm just going to put them in now." And he used his chopsticks to sweep the two piles of vegetables in.
"And the light brown sauce," he pointed to the one that was opaque. "That's seasame sauce. I think this one is soy sauce," he pointed at another. And then stuck his finger in the third of his own set of sauces for a taste. "I don't know what this one is but it's a bit sweet, mostly savory- not teriyaki, it's something else. But kinda hot, too."
Then he was back at practicing holding his chopsticks.
"Droids in our dreams don't just have personality, they are definitely individual people with wants and fears and joys. There are limitations to their individual software or hardware, but how is that any different from us? We have limitations in our DNA. I will never be a jocky or a singer or a politician or a tailor." He dropped his chopsticks and started over. "And there was nothing accidental about any of that. People wanted them that way. So they were made that way."