"...Are you sure you're not magic?" It's the only thing she can think to say after she sees him zero in on the brick that turns out to be hiding the key. In her excitement, the dull shine of tarnished metal is as good as glittering gold, and she giggles as she picks it up before impulsively giving Mr. Wolf a good scratch behind the ears. "You're definitely the smartest boy I've ever met!"

That's including the human ones.

Then she's up on her feet again, jiggling with the key a bit to slip it in the lock. After a scrape or two it slides in and she opens the door to slip inside the darkened shop, leaving the door ajar for her companion.