whelve: to bury something deep; to hide "So I heard you had a shitty dad.." Phil trailed off, sitting on the chair in front of her. Ella shook her head in annoyance, "You sure do know how to start a conversation." Her voice was dry as she leaned back in her seat. Phil huffed out a laugh, all though she didn't find anything funny, "Well Alexander Pierce seems to be the topic today." "He's dead, I doubt he's that interesting." Was her blunt response. Phil pierced his lips, debating for a second before nodding to himself, "So he was a shitty father?" "He declined the Nobel Peace prize." "I heard it was because it wasn't shiny enough." Elvira snorted at the statement, shaking her head in slight anger. "Well I was in the room when he got the call. I think that was one of the biggest lies he ever told me." "And the other?" It was silent for a moment. "He told a lot of great lies."