He wasn't exactly holding the ribbon. The ribbon was holding him, for the wind had trapped it in his face, right across his ever increasing scowl. He plucked it off his face, reflecting on why his life was so difficult. Why him!? Then he held it out to her, but 'accidentally' let go of it, hoping she would run after it, and he could claim the bench.

"Oh, pardon me, miss!" he said politely, as it flew away in the wind. "I have two hands, but I'm afraid I'm rather clumsy!"