One thing Miles knew about the elder Wood, away from Remy and Oliver, was that the man could actually cook. He tended to stress bake, but he had a whole variety of foods that Remy wouldn't touch. Miles was getting more adventurous in tasting things, preferring traditional stuff to the very random dishes that appeared. Miles was also learning his own ropes in the kitchen, not expecting Oli to cater to him constantly. They cooked together.
Oliver did know what he liked, giving him an array of tasty treats. He liked his seafood. There wasn't much he didn't like that could be pulled from the ocean. Give him some hot butter sauce on the side, and he was a happy man. Sweets were always welcome, and he gobbled them up with a smile until he was full. He needed to bulk up, which meant he ate a lot then converted it to muscle.
Once the bellies were full, he was still content to let Oliver lead the way through London, keeping his eyes open to an eventual location. He took pictures, including selfies along the way. He loved muggle technology, even if his house hadn't always embraced it. Really, he and Oliver had hundreds of pictures of them together in every location, enough that he had to have Remy show him how to put them on the muggle key thing with the apple on the front. Why all these things needed the symbol of an apple on it was odd, but all the things seemed to work together. Maybe that was how muggles identified them.
He watched the wheel looming in the distance as they approached. The London Eye. He had known about the construction, but was thrust into the future before he was able to ride on it. Muggles had been so excited about the construction, but the wizards had suspected it might fall into the sea. He squeezed Oliver's hand. "Do we get to do that?" His eyes danced the way they did when he was excited about something. They had a childlike quality to them that was refreshing, and very ready to take it in.