Fresh bread and figs are a novel combination that turns out to work quite well! With a spread this could be turned into a bigger meal. (Tanya can of course heat her coffee when it cools down; the real miracle of Prestidigitation is cooling things.)
The meteor was so large that it didn't burn up entirely? No wonder it caused a miniature ice age. And now it stands as an eternal reminder, an implicit threat of what might happen if you step so far out of line that the rock is again teleported a hundred miles up. Absalom must be the center of Alghollthu rule on Golarion.
Note to self: do not under any circumstances make the people with orbital bombardment think Germania is doing something they disapprove of!!! Except - whatever it is they don't like, probably someone on Earth is doing it? Hopefully they won't actually care because they don't live there, but it might be produent not to immediately import spacefaring technology to Earth. Hopefully the teleports available to the local humans are still alright for export - oh. Now the earlier talk of 'multilateral export control treaties' on information makes more sense. What a way to ruin the mood, now she can't enjoy the rest of her coffee in peace. She'll ask Nazir about the treaties later; he seems more likely than Iomedae to know if it's really wise to ignore them rather than sign up to them.
...she was worried about thought-reading earlier, but now that she's had time to think there's a much more innocuous explanation: cats can't talk - well, cat-like mouths probably can't talk, not human languages anyway - but they have telepathic spells here! Thought-reading is probably like that. That still leaves Tanya unable to communicate with any local cat-people, but this presumably applies to all non-mages here, so hopefully it'll be fine?
Tanya still doesn't understand what's going on, what magic or other technology exists and what the results of that are, never mind the hundreds of sapient alien species. She doesn't feel like she can predict what happens next, at the most basic level, and so she can't control it very well either. But she thinks she's starting to get the vague outline of a picture.
"You said there are hundreds of sapient species here. Are they originally from hundreds of different planets? How many planets is Golarion in contact with today?"