So SB has “agency” over whether or not he gets to eat chicken, but no agency over how his bank account is used? Sorry, I’m not trying to make this a sob story, just illustrative, but my awful dad used to steal from my piggy bank to go to the pub or the betting shop and it was the most unsettling feeling to think I had twenty quid of birthday money in there and then I’d open it up on a Saturday morning to go to buy the new Horrible Histories (I’ve always been cool) and it was gone. I know it barely matters because Jack is clearly lying her tits off and has never even used the card, but that feeling of powerlessness in the face of my parent’s selfishness was crap, and I strongly suspect SB knows the same feeling. She’s truly awful.