Again from the original inherited nucleus, another "set" composed of a cup that lost its saucer and a saucer that lost its cup. The cup is from Limoges, Frances, the saucer from Dresden. Though having started life apart, they found each other. Perhaps it was destined. Look how well they fit: the fancy florid filigree, the scalloped edges. (Check out the subtle twist of the sides of the cup.) Isn't there some old R&B song that applies to this situation.