The crushing split-second moment where your player, in a tight situation where failure would mean certain peril, releases their new, green speckled die upon the mahogany table, bouncing over the mechanical pencils and the sheets, rolling back and forth to settle in it's destined result, and stills. Your player's eyes, full of such hope and innocence, fill with sadness and heartbreak. The other players mourn their tragic loss and begin to move through the stages of grief and acceptance as you, as a DM, look within yourself and your humanity as a god in this realm..."

"well...you have advantage..."

And the hearts of your players grow 3 sizes, hope once again in their souls.

And you, the deity of this world, smile upon your heroes, trying their best to seduce this Kuo-Toa priestess to give them some her ceremonial hallucinogenics because "hey, you have extra anyway, papa needs that good trip."