"Two cloves," Osamu suggests. Unable to help himself, he steps towards the counter. "Let me. There's a much easier way to do this."

He grabs a knife out of the block, and uses it bluntly to smash the garlic cloves. The skins are loosened by the pressure, so it's ridiculously easy for Osamu to pull them off and toss them in the trash. Then he starts mincing the garlic, not quite waiting for permission.