Pig/Virgo and Monkey/Libra meet at 65-70%, a cross pairing of the disciplined sensualist and the glib wordsmith. One keeps its appetites on a short leash; the other can talk almost anyone into almost anything.
Monkey/Libra is witty, memorable, and by canon can think nearly anybody's pants off, and Pig/Virgo, whose Virgo strictness usually vetoes indulgence, enjoys being the exception. In turn the Pig's grounded comfort gives the Monkey a home for that guarded, super fine mind. The chemistry is real, banter over a very good dinner.
Monkey/Libra sparkles in copy-ready phrases while keeping actual contact between minds at arm's length; Pig/Virgo says less and watches more. The Pig wants substance under the wit and quietly notices when the Monkey substitutes polish for presence.
Canon warns the Pig/Virgo looks like a soft target until the wrong secret button gets pressed, then it erupts like Krakatoa. The Monkey's reflexive teasing is a button-pressing machine. Superficial charm meets buried temper; handle with warnings.
Monkey/Libra learns to open the guarded mind, because the Pig values one honest sentence over a page of glitter. Pig/Virgo learns lightness, letting the Monkey's play loosen restraints that are, occasionally, safe to loosen.
At 65-70%, Pig/Virgo and Monkey/Libra are workable with effort. The wit is easy, the depth is work, and the Monkey must learn which buttons are off-limits.