Luke was still in the adjustment phase of realizing his father and the implications his name left on all members of the family. Having a Sith lord in the family definitely didn't carry good overtones. As such, Luke would dedicate himself to not follow his father's footsteps. He wanted to be a Jedi, but to have that come true, he needed to accept and release all the negative emotions he felt. He couldn't let his anger carry him away.
Luke smiled and gave a nod. He didn't always like the training, but as long as it helped him become less like his father and more like the noble Knight he wanted to be, he would work for it. Though of course he'd still do some complaining along the way if he found things to be especially difficult, but that was just his nature.
"Fondu? Huh that sounds a little strange. Then again most of the food here is strange." He could tell that Anakin wasn't very fond of Earth food. Luke hadn't minded most of the things he'd tried so far, but he didn't think anything really held a candle to the foods he was used to back in their universe. "Earth has a lot of strange ideas for food. Though I guess we should be happy they don't serve dishes with bugs and other such things writhing around in them." Just the thought of a plate full of writhing bugs disgusted him. He shook his head a bit to clear it of those thoughts and quickly fell in step with Anakin, leaving the junk yard behind. "Spaghetti? I think I've seen that, but haven't tried it yet. Though French Fries sound good," he noted.