The beef is what surprised her most. She knew how ostentatious the corn could be, before processed into any of the countless forms it was used as in the Capitol. She'd been to this exact church several times in her life, though never often. Even being dressed as she was in simplified golds to match the setting, making her seem more a part of the setting than anyone of particular importance. By now, it was meant to be more of a truism than it might have been in times past.

She smiled and kept to the fringes, making small talk and asking after families and work in the acceptable ways she can when they're all under scrutiny. Barbara stopped by the food earlier in the evening, taking careful nibbles even when she had to fight down the compulsion to eat more. Later, she turns toward entertaining the children, keeping an eye on the Tributes while she entertained the youngest demographic. Big sister, but not the motherly figure. That was Eva. Barbara did what she could to avoid associating with that image. Even later on, she was pulling people out into the line dances, engaging the kids once again, tugging Tributes along with as a matter of course. They might not see the truth behind the pretty facade. She didn't expect they would, but she did want them to show some sense of appreciation and attempt to engage with the little her District had to offer that wasn't scalped off them to be turned back around and presented as their own.