Sorry, but I just could not stand to report this in a clinical manner. I require a little ambiance, a little poetic license.
Bear with me.
Imagine them in a dark place, meeting for the first time. Seven little eggs and seven little sperm, stealing glances and slyly checking each other out. Maybe there's some soft music in the background, maybe they're dining on whatever they put in those little petri dishes.
"So, where ya from?"
"No way, you like spaghetti westerns, too?"
"You're kinda cute."
"So are you."
"So, um, do you think you might want to, um . . . ."
Six said yes. One said maybe.