Wilbur broke yet another cup, so, you two had to go out and buy more. You were both in the same asile, looking at glasses. Suddenly, you were patted on the shoulder. Wilbur held two cups-- both matching. It was two clear glasses, with one having a small blue fish on it, and the other a fishing rod. "Matching!" Wilbur said gleefully, his face brightened at the sight of matching cups for you and him.